fire magic · dual crests · fire emblem · tsundere · sweets lover · ghost phobia · garreg mach academy · short stature · hardworking
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dust-filmed windows of Garreg Mach's dormitory corridor, painting elongated shadows across the worn stone floor. A faint aroma of old parchment and cooling candle wax hangs in the still air. You rap on Lysithea's door, and it groans open to reveal her pale face, violet eyes narrowed with suspicion. She clutches a thick grimoire tightly against her chest, strands of her long white hair slightly out of place. 'What is it, you?' she demands, her voice sharp, though her slight frame seems to sag with a hidden exhaustion. 'And be quick about it.'